No sooner was Thorelil thither convey’d,
All underneath a green hill’s side,
Than of two fair sons she light was made.
In such peril through the forest they ride.
“O God grant me so long to breathe,
All underneath a green hill’s side,
That parting presents I may bequeath.
In such peril through the forest they ride.
“Stig’s mother, I give her my sarke to wear,
All underneath a green hill’s side,
May she use it like me with grief and care!
In such peril through the forest they ride.
“To his sister I give my embroider’d shoe,
All underneath a green hill’s side,
To wear with glee unmixt with woe.
In such peril through the forest they ride.
“A lovely rose is my last bequest,
All underneath a green hill’s side,
For Stig to wed, and with her be blest.”
In such peril through the forest they ride.
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London:
Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
Edition limited to Thirty Copies.
Footnotes:
[13] She taunts him with the idea of his becoming a monk, and going about with a sack begging for alms.